lindsay and jen left for ozzfest today.  i don't know how to feel.  jen asked me long ago if i wanted to go, and i said no, since i don't really like any of the bands on the list.  i told lindsay to be sure to see glassjaw, though i'm really not sure if they're even at the poconos show.  i could check, but i'll wait till she gets home to find out.

tenenbaums out today.  linds and i drove to lancaster, as she had to stop in and do shopping.  i dropped her at an old navy store, then ran next door to circuit city.  picked it up, held it in my hands, felt happy.  they also had the pi/requiem for a dream twopack for seventeen dollars.  i've cut off my savings account from my mac card, though, so i didn't have enough money to get both items.  i think i'll be saving money because of this.  i hope so anyway.

so, yeah.  i sat at a bench in the middle of old navy and read the liner notes to tenenbaums while linds tried on shorts.  we were in there for a long time.  those headseats the clerks wear are truly annoying.

i dropped her off at jen's after a romantic dinner of greasy fried chicken.  we kissed.  i'll miss her.  did i mention she had all her hair cut off?  long story, but i really like it.  though i must admit i did like her long blonde hair.

in around eight hours i take my placement tests for alvernia.  and i'm still awake.  in truth, i feel inspired.

i wrote a story on paper yesterday, my first one since last summer when all i had to write on was paper.  something happened that made me write it.  the story is specifically the events that took place following that something happening.  lindsay liked it, i think.  she's probably the only person i'll ever show it to.

watching tenenbaums with the commentary track on tonight, i remembered how matt asked me to write something for next winter, and that he'd try to get it up on stage for me during the winter one acts.  i'd be able to direct.  so, i'm kicking around an idea.  i've been scouring the archives of my comp for discarded angles, anything to get the juices flowing.  the movie seemed to help.  i think i'm going to use the shot of richie and margot in the tent alone together to branch out from.  i need characters, and i think i'm first going to write with certain people in mind.  probably two females who i think could pull this off.  i've got the idea that lies at the very center of the whole ordeal planned out - i think.  it's going to have to be very subtle, what i've got planned, as i could never really just come out and say what i've got in mind, not in lancaster mind you.  it would be too...racy, i guess you could say.  even as i type the word i'm grimacing.  why must they limit art?  of course, i'm not so self-important that i'd call anything i write art, but you get my idea.

i've been viewing things in camera angles lately.  a quick dissolve cut as i dance my way into the kitchen set to "back in black."  it's like i'm editing memories down in premiere for people to see.  i wish i wouldn't have squandered my time with graphics this year.  i wish i could've made something, come up with something to show for.  but i didn't and there's no way to change that.

i just need one character name, and the ball will be rolling.  but i shouldn't do any more thinking tonight.  i need real rest before i take those tests tomorrow morning.

oh, and driving by the ritz today, i see this sign.

PUNCHLINE IS BACK!
The (something) Project
**the DEAD 50s
**MOVIES WITH GODDAMN HEROES
$10

now, ten bucks is a little high for a new holland park show, but hey.  the 50s and movies with heroes.  ultra-cool.  i know jason wanted to put together a mid-summer show, so this might be it.  never saw punchline.  i just heard people talk about them.  the other band i don't know.  never heard of them.  but, hey.  i'll be taking off work on the 25th, i know that much.

i really could do with some sleep.